Chapter 152 A House with a Familiar Style

Chapter 152 A House with a Familiar Style

Chapter 152 A House with a Familiar Style

He Yuet Lin's other place is located in the suburbs of Tai O City.

Because she has become a ghost painting, she can't help but want to kill anyone who sees her.

I didn’t do that today because Zhang Hao came.

In the past, she would never go out like this.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ignoring the surprised looks of the community security guards, He Yuelian took Zhang Hao back to her villa and couldn't wait to ask.

"I need you to teach me how to put on makeup."

Zhang Hao directly stated his purpose.

"I recently got something that requires makeup to use."

"Putting on makeup? Do you want me to help you put on makeup?" He Yuelian turned her head with a little surprise in her eyes.

"No, just draw it according to your face." Zhang Hao shook his head.

Hearing this, He Yuelian showed a look of surprise.

Makeup according to your own face?

"You mean, just use my face to make up, right?"

"I'll teach you directly with my face?" Perhaps out of uncertainty, He Yuelian deliberately repeated it.

"That's right." Zhang Hao nodded.

"Okay, you take a rest first, I will teach you how to draw right away." He Yuelian showed surprise on her face.

"Let me go find some makeup supplies first. After all, there are too many props for makeup."

"Forget it, just go to my room."

He Yuelian originally planned to take the things to the living room, but as she thought about it, she blushed and suggested something.

"Okay." Zhang Hao had no requirements for the environment.

After getting Zhang Hao's promise, He Yuelian excitedly took Zhang Hao to her room.

He Yuelian's room is very big. Although it is called a room, in fact, there are a lot of things placed inside, so it still looks very spacious.

As soon as he walked into He Yuelian's room, Zhang Hao saw a wall full of photos.

Most of these photos are of Zhang Hao and the ghost bride.

However, the ghost bride in the photo was not wearing a red veil, and looked more like a photo of Zhang Hao and He Yuelian.

In the photos, Zhang Hao did not wear a face mask, and he was doing many intimate actions with He Yuelian. There were even many extremely private photos.

Noticing that Zhang Hao was observing the photos on the wall, He Yuelian lowered her head, seeming a little shy, but was secretly observing whether Zhang Hao would show any dissatisfaction.

Until Zhang Hao had thoroughly looked through the photos on the wall, he had no intention of speaking.

He Yuelian then raised her head weakly.

"These are the ghosts you drew for me. I went home and took a nap, and the photos at home turned into this by themselves."

"I saw them and liked them, so I hung them in my room."

He Yuelian's tone sounded very guilty, like a little girl who had done something bad and was discovered by her parents, but there was a hint of expectation in the depths of her eyes, which seemed a little contradictory.

"If you like it, just hang it up."

Zhang Hao had no opinion on this, he was just surprised.

"Really?" He Yuelian looked at Zhang Hao in surprise when she heard that.

"Really." Zhang Hao confirmed what he had just said.

At this time, perhaps the photos on the wall attracted the ghost bride's attention, and she walked to the wall.

Although she was wearing a red veil, she felt like she was looking at a photo, which made He Yuelian feel nervous.

For some reason, He Yuelian had a thought in her mind, that she was like a mistress who seduced someone else's husband and was caught by the husband.

However, He Yuelian's idea was obviously unnecessary.

In the ghost bride's cognition, He Yuelian is a part of herself, just a part of the spirit that was separated out at Zhang Hao's request to help her do things.

Whether it is a photo of the ghost bride or a photo of He Yuelian, in the eyes of the ghost bride, they are all her photos.

"Let her watch for a while, we'll go in and learn how to put on makeup."

Zhang Hao didn't say much about this. After noticing the expression on He Yuelian's face, he spoke calmly.

"Will the ghost bride also look at photos? Haven't I heard that evil ghosts are not intelligent?" He Yuelian was a little curious.

"She is different from other ghosts." Zhang Hao said thoughtfully.

"This, okay."

He Yuelian nodded, took Zhang Hao to her dressing table, and began to teach Zhang Hao how to put on makeup.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Okawa City.

A man with a strange and cold expression woke up from his sleep.

"Did I die again? What killed me before?"

Li Leping walked out of a gloomy room in confusion.

"No, this time, it seems that I was not killed, but I forgot on my own initiative."

Li Leping remembered a lot of things. It seemed that he had chosen to restart in order to forget a horrible memory.

However, this memory was extremely vague, and he had no idea what had happened.

This is also the aftereffect of his controlling the Forgotten Ghost.

The Forgotten Ghost can forget his own killing patterns and forget the resurrection of evil spirits, making it impossible for others to remember him.

But in the same way, even Li Leping will continue to forget his past.

Perhaps one day in the future, even if Li Leping has become an alien, he will forget that he was once a human being, not a ghost.

Li Leping walked out of the room, crossed the long corridor, and stopped in front of a door.

The door is a dark gold color and looks like a door made of brass.

But in fact, this is a safe house built by Li Leping with gold, and the brass is just a disguise.

To prevent some people from destroying the golden door after discovering that it is made of gold.

Li Leping skillfully took out the key from a gap at the door, unlocked the door, and walked into the room.

"Yang Jian convened the second headquarters captain meeting."

"This captain's meeting is about the Red and White Devils. Those two ghosts are very dangerous. I'm not sure if I can remember this experience when I return to Okawa City next time."

The room was not big, with only a table inside. In the most conspicuous place on the table was an open notebook.

A pen is placed to hold down the gap in the middle of the notebook to prevent the pages from turning over due to wind from opening the door.

Li Leping picked up his notebook and began to check it.

"The captain's meeting is over. This time Yang Jian seems to be determined to deal with the Red and White Devils."

"Except for the newly appointed captains and two captains who are currently unavailable due to special circumstances, all captains at the headquarters will participate in this operation."

"But fortunately, Yang Jian is not a person who acts on impulse. I still have one day to prepare before leaving."

"If my experience of this trip is forgotten in the future, please inherit this notebook and leave your experience."

"My name is Li Leping. I am a living person with living consciousness. I am not a ghost."

There are a lot of things recorded in the notebook, and the content is very detailed, as if the author is afraid that some content will be overlooked.

After reading the above content, Li Leping turned the page of the notebook and wrote the next sentence on it.

"I failed in my attempt to deal with the Red and White Devils. I chose to forget the memory of that day."

"Although I don't know what happened, it must be something terrible that forced me to choose to restart, and I paid the price of forgetting my memory for several days."

"Although my inner curiosity drives me to find out what happened, I know that the more I know about some things, the more trouble I will have."

Perhaps to remind himself, Li Leping wrote another paragraph after writing about his current experiences and thoughts.

"My name is Li Leping. I am a living person, an alien with living consciousness. I am not a ghost."

This sentence is written many times in the notebook, and basically every page contains such words.

Because of his constant memory loss, Li Leping had to use a notebook to remind himself of his past experiences.

The last sentence is to remind my future self to avoid becoming a ghost after losing my memory.

"Let's go out and take a look. I hope the situation at the headquarters isn't too bad."

Li Leping left the golden house. In this room, besides the notebook and an ordinary fountain pen, there was only a table and a bottle of ordinary ink.

There was nothing special about the room except that it was made of gold.

An old road at an intersection with construction waste piled up on both sides and covered with a layer of green mesh.

A pale figure suddenly walked in here.

"Is this where Meng Xiaodong is?"

Zhang Hao looked around and could see that this used to be an alley, but the old buildings on both sides had been demolished.

Now only this small path remains. It won’t be long before this path disappears and is turned into a modern asphalt road.

There are still a lot of cordons and other things nearby, but there is no one guarding them now, otherwise his car would have been stopped at the intersection before.

Many buildings in the old city have been demolished, but some buildings have not been completely demolished, and some have only been half demolished.

Several of the buildings were in ruins, looking shaky and somewhat dangerous.

There are piles of construction waste lying on the ground near the community that have not yet been removed.

Just as we gradually go deeper into this area.

The further inside you go, the greater the integrity of the building.

Complex wiring, old neon signs, and low electric poles appeared before our eyes.

Dirty and mottled old walls on both sides.

The ground is bumpy.

If it weren't for the modern things you can still see, it would even feel like you've come to the alleys of the last century.

"Room 301 of Meng Xiaodong should be called Mingyue Community."

As Zhang Hao recalled the past, he searched nearby for any records that mentioned the word "Ming Yue".

As he continued to move forward, Zhang Hao soon noticed an old residential area in the distance.

Although he did not see the words "Mingyue Community", Zhang Hao could feel that this community had a mysterious atmosphere.

Zhang Hao saw rows of five-story buildings not far away, about nine in total.

Those buildings were all built in the same era, and their exterior walls were painted with a light green paint, which made them look relatively new.

But there are not even glass windows at the entrance of the corridor in the community.

All of the windows are diamond-shaped and made of bricks and cement.

The corridor with this kind of window must be very dark, and it will feel eerie even in broad daylight. Once it is night, if there is no corridor light, you can almost walk in the dark.

"The community was deliberately sealed off. It looks like I didn't make the wrong choice this time."

In fact, Zhang Hao had been looking here for a while after arriving in Dachuan City.

When Zhang Hao was in Baishui Town, he also came to Dachuan City, but Meng Xiaodong was not dead at that time.

In Dachuan City, Zhang Hao was more focused on searching for supernatural places to devour evil spirits, and did not deliberately look for where Meng Xiaodong was.

There are many mysterious places in Dachuan City, many of which were jointly created and imprisoned by Meng Xiaodong and his gang. Even if Zhang Hao rashly enters these mysterious places, it would be a bit troublesome.

After setting the goal of finding Room 301 first, Zhang Hao arrived in Dachuan City and did not release the ghost immediately.

However, now that the location of Mingyue Community has been confirmed, Zhang Hao no longer has any concerns.

The black and white ghost den began to spread everywhere with him as the center. Under the coverage of the ghost den, Zhang Hao could clearly sense the internal structures of these sealed buildings.

However, in the perception of the ghost den, there were no ghosts in these buildings that had been re-sealed with cement.

"It seems that Li Leping must have sealed it up deliberately to prevent himself from losing control and killing people before he solved his own problems."

"As Li Leping has solved the problem of out-of-control, this dangerous community has now been completely abandoned by him."

Zhang Hao only took a quick look and deduced the situation of the community.

After all, this is where Meng Xiaodong's body is. Li Leping has fallen into Meng Xiaodong's hands several times, so it is normal for him to be wary of this place.

Zhang Hao's den of ghosts continued to expand, and under the influence of the black and white den of ghosts, the community became more depressing and gloomy.

As the ghost den continued to expand, Zhang Hao soon locked onto a room.

It was the sixth or seventh house in the community. Zhang Hao felt resistance in one of the rooms on the third floor.

This resistance was not caused by the ghost den being isolated by gold, but was caused by some kind of supernatural power that was affecting his ghost den.

Zhang Hao's figure disappeared from the spot and he took the initiative to come to the corridor on the third floor where he discovered the abnormality.

The third floor was pitch black everywhere. There were four households in total, but it was impossible to distinguish the rooms from the house numbers.

Zhang Hao was walking in the aisle, and as the ghost den continued to sense, he soon discovered something unusual.

Of the four houses, there was only one where he could not sense what was going on inside.

He walked straight over, raised his foot and kicked the door.

The loud sound of a door breaking echoed in the building, shaking the dust above to the ground.

As soon as the door opens.

A long-forgotten coolness blew towards me from inside.

At the same time, a dim, yellow light suddenly came on from Room 301 and illuminated the outside of the door.

Although the entire community was without water and electricity, the lights were on in this room, which undoubtedly proved the weirdness.

Zhang Hao walked straight into the room without any hesitation.

The style of the room is simple and quaint. When you walk in, you feel like you are out of touch with the modern world. It feels a bit like being in a red room, except that the light here is dim.

Most of the furniture in the room was made of wood and painted red, which made Zhang Hao take a few more glances.

Zhang Hao looked towards the middle of the room, where there was a table with mottled paint on the tabletop, also red.

This style does resemble the style of the red table in the red room.

But unfortunately, these things are just furniture made in red style. They are not supernatural items and have nothing to do with the ghost bride and the red room.

Zhang Hao looked at the wall. There were many posters on it. The four corners of the posters were propped up with thumbtacks. It was completely in the style of the 1980s.

"Speaking of which, Room 301 seems to have some kind of spirituality related to oil paintings. If I take these things away, can I learn how to put on makeup directly?"

Zhang Hao was not in a hurry to deal with Meng Xiaodong. He had already come this far and did not need any more time.

In this kind of antique residence from the Republic of China, it is easier to discover some special and valuable things if you are careful.

Zhang Hao took a rough look around the living room. Perhaps because someone had been there, the room seemed a bit messy and a lot of things were missing.

Zhang Hao's attention shifted away from the living room and he looked elsewhere.

In one of the rooms with a half-open door, he could vaguely see a body lying on a red bed. That should be where Meng Xiaodong's body was.

However, Zhang Hao did not focus his attention there, but chose to look at another room opposite.

There are not many rooms in the house. Apart from the living room, there are only two rooms.

Since your body, Meng Xiaodong, is lying in another direction, the other things must have been placed in another direction.

Zhang Hao walked towards the opposite door.

When I walked between the two rooms, I found a painting hanging on the wall.

It's an oil painting.

The person in the oil painting is a handsome man from the Republic of China period. He is wearing a uniform and looks like a young warlord or an aristocratic son. He is very elegant.

"Zhang Dong?"

Zhang Hao stared at the man with cold and strange eyes, as if he was looking into the other person's eyes.

Originally, Zhang Hao thought that this oil painting was most likely a portrait of Zhang Dong. When being stared at by a ghost like Zhang Hao, some abnormalities would appear.

However, after a long while, Zhang Hao discovered that there was nothing abnormal about the person in the photo.

This seems to be just a different portrait painting and does not contain any supernatural elements.

The reason why he didn't discover it was that Zhang Hao was sensitive to the name Zhang Dong, and after discovering the portrait, he ignored the situation of the portrait.

"Because Zhangdong cannot be recorded by the spirit? Or do you not want the spirit to affect the white moonlight in your heart? This should be the word, right?"

Zhang Hao murmured to himself, ignoring the portrait that Meng Xiaodong used to commemorate Zhang Dong, and turned to look in the direction of another room.

When the door of the room was opened, the light inside seemed dimmer, indicating that there must be some kind of supernatural influence in the room.

In the corner of the room, there was a workbench with many pieces of broken cloth and some strange hair left on it.

Next to the workbench, there were some old needles and threads, as well as an unfinished rag doll.

"Aren't surrogate dolls made directly?"

Zhang Hao was a little surprised. When he faced Meng Xiaodong, the dense crowd of scapegoats caused him a lot of trouble.

I didn’t expect that surrogate dolls would have to be sewn so slowly. It’s hard to imagine how long it took Meng Xiaodong to make so many surrogate dolls.

(End of this chapter)